Nothing Special

The next ques­tion on Form­Spring is,

“WHEN IS YOUR GODDAMNED BIRTHDAY!?”

I think I know who this one is from.

I hon­estly haven’t been excited about my birth­day since I grew too big for the ball pit at Chuck E. Cheese. (Hey, the two-​story one in San Jose was amaz­ing!) Too bad I can’t be six for­ever like Calvin. My 21^st might have been a slight excep­tion to this, but even then, I didn’t do much. I’m really not a “Super Sweet 16″ kinda guy. It’s just another day and I want to do the same thing I want to do every day… just chill with some good friends and fam­ily if pos­si­ble. No cake, no presents. Includ­ing “BERF-​DAY PRE-​SENT!!!”, Vince T.

Hon­estly, I feel like birth­days are just mark­ers to show I’m one step closer to the end. Weird Al states it best:

I usu­ally get more intro­spec­tive and moody about how much I still want to do. And now it’s start­ing all over again, Alice H. Thanks.

But to answer your ques­tion, I don’t think God ever damned my birth­day, so I don’t have a god-​damned birthday.

Tags: Alice H, Family, FormSpring, Friends, Vince T